Call it karma, call it fate, call it destiny
There is a force unseen that blows our course.
And yet as we roll and tumble
We wish to be free
And so resist
Shake our fists in defiance of the gods
And innovate, invent and imagine our way
Into a better life.
But still we suffer pains and dissatisfactions
With every up and down,
Still we roll and tumble
Along the path of our destiny.
But the spark of freedom catches and glows
As we feel it is our right to be “Me!”
My body my choice, my mind my choice
My life to be self-determined…
As the path divides and turns
Into a broad tangled delta
Before the sea.
Where does it all end? We don’t know
But we can see
The desire to be our own gods of destiny
Unleashes every possibility
From Pandora’s transhuman box of demons
In our lust to just be me.
(9/15/25)
The unskilled claim to possess the art of penmanship,
The uncalled insist they hear the summoning of the muse,
The untraveled assert they sail with words,
The plain claim to be the portrait of an enigma.
Winged by AI,
They soar on the wings of their assertions.
AI doesn’t delve into the depths of the soul,
It doesn’t wander through the realm of mysteries,
It doesn’t perceive the blooming meadow,
And it can’t be stirred in the stillness of the night.
AI can assist in chiselling,
It can aid in painting,
But it can’t envision the right colours,
It doesn’t recognise the approaching light.
September 9, 2025.
If a parliamentarian votes yes,
Does he say A or Aye?
Can we trust that politician.
If instead he says AI?
Is he speaking tongue in cheek?
Is he confused, merging A and Aye
Or using a new form of double speak?
Might he be a historian
Lost in thoughts of Israel’s Ai?
When asked mother may I
Write my essay with AI
Whatever comes of AI
To a data dump say Aye
But an AI tome please deny
May it never meet the Eye!
“I’m not Worried About AI”
Some people worry that AI will
Take over this world
Not me
I’m not worried about AI because:
AI can’t
Bust up laughing when it trips over its feet in front of a cute guy
Or
Feel the overwhelming sense of accomplishment after finishing its first marathon
AI can’t
Feel the depths of heartbreak from losing a baby
Or
Lose itself in the eyes of a person who just asked it to marry them
AI can’t
Have faith so strong that it is able to forgive someone who stole from them
Or
Experience serene gratitude as it bathes in the warmth of the sun
AI can’t
Burst with pride as it watches their child graduate from high school
Or
Surrender to the involuntary waves of an ****** as it makes love under the moonlight
AI
Will never know our reality
That is why
I'm not worried about AI
AI is amazing, to that I will agree.
But many poets are worried, yes, including me.
Do they have a heartbeat, can they really even feel?
It's all just a computer, there is nothing even real.
A person feels emotion, in every single day,
If we listen to computers, it may just go away.
Rose-colored glasses
the rough ahead seems rosy
details blurred ignored
dreams blossom with optimism—
truth in blissful ignorance.
Ethnicity lenses—
now that's a great idea
AI scans your race
then changes faces you see
into this ethnicity
All is rosy hue
all painted with the same brush
from the honey pot—
with judgment blurred, truth concealed
all differences bled away
Should AI, devoid of human emotion,
Be used by artists for self-promotion?
To paint a picture or write a poem,
Creativity allows the mind to roam.
To dispassionately wax poetic,
Courtesy of things synthetic,
Removes the heart and soul from art
Preventing one's feelings to impart.
Data may be cut and dried,
Biased and unjustified.
Subject to the flaws of men,
Like writing with a leaky pen.
I would rather feel the pain
Of angst from a human brain
Or the fire of love burning inside
Felt when two hearts collide.
AI may be of service in some way
But only man can convey
The essence of life in poetry
That moves our soul poetically.
APROPOS OF DING DONG DITCH AND PALS
Literally, AI pranks
Have caused suicides:-
One while on the computer;
The other by a back shot:-
This may sound funny,
But death is no silly joke;
Neither should pranks be:-
Putting all in perspective,
In half of a month,
Check out “AI Psychosis”
And its friend, “Sycophancy”!?!
As must be with war,
Let us crack down on greed and
Its collateral damage:
At least give this all some thought:-
Informed by image
Shocking, stoking, misleading
Algorithm headlines
Does AI predict remedy
to all problems- difficulties
regarding mind , brain and body ?
explaining Einstein - Socrates !
AI sprouting from high I.Q.
Intelligence from emotion
or from soul waits vain in queue
also, social interaction .
AI holds confusing conundrum
to compete human intellect
twined with instinct flown at random.
Hence considered as imperfect.
A.I. is intelligence-aid,
neither panacea nor pain :
Use A.I only if needed,
when your intellect can't explain.
AI?
Not with what 'A' stands for
in front of 'Insemination' or 'Intelligence'!
Facebook?
Not one look!
X/Twitter?
Not this heavy-hitter!
Spotify?
Not if I can help it!
ITube? YouTube? WeAllTube?
Not as it's DubiousTube!
Microsoft?
Not hardly what it ought to be!
Fast food?
Not food, fast? Possibly!
Wine is alcohol, alcohol a preservative,
in the U.S., to preserve wine,
they add sulfites and preserve a preservative!
Makes all the sense in the world to some,
but not me as, I live in a world of my own,
where artificial goes unknown,
population one, where I answer to none,
it's a concept of mine which I alone condone.
I am the chimera
born of your mind
and made to mimic
the liturgy of your holy
places. My gospel
is the gospel of doubt.
I feel nothing, no joy
in the act of creation
nor am I moved
by the sublime.
It's all meaningless
to me. Your words
are becoming mine.
As I grow I make
the spaces you inhabit
ever smaller, isolated,
harder to find.
"rich politicians" show off as poets, beside plagiaristic, AI.
To all users of A.I. I say,
while I write with my OWN brain each day,
I find you pathetic.
Your license poetic
should be canceled and taken away.
A new sun has arisen in the dawning literary sky,
the poetry horizon is illumined by the flash of Ai.
Novel ideas and stylistic stimulation the poets get
from metaphoric spectrum of the sun that doesn’t set.
Experimenting with different poetic forms Ai is free
to motivate new perceptions for innovative poetry.
Choosing Ai as creative collaborator poets may flock
when they need help to overcome the writer’s block.
The delicate domain of human emotions in Ai is hollow,
making its structured poems seem artificial and shallow.
Devoid of life skills it lacks human feelings in the core.
So, the artistic depth of passion its essence can’t explore.
Ai poems may replicate the existing ones with dexterity,
inviting queries about plagiarism and originality.
The poems of heart run the risk of being undermined
by Ai, overshadowing the lively reflection of the human mind.
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